long drive through summer nights
a ghostly salty smell nearby
a Polaroid of orion that your fingers trace
tears falling like a cascade on an uneven face
crinkles by your eyes are long gone
and your smile is only a memory stored
and you threw away your ring when you left the city
encaptured into a chrysalis of anonymity
new town, new place, unknown destination
sacrificed the name which your parents called you with proud once
in a state where your business is no one else's pain
and you're so grateful there's no familiar face
that's what's about running away
away from the hurt that left you astray
astray from the path that's your family's way
way into a place away from friends' solace
esther darling, I'm glad to see
your incandescent eyes in a serene epiphany
despite of the mediocrity
esther darling, this place was meant only for you to be.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
beautiful towers
crescent moon
under the bridge we hid from few
outlookers who saw us hand in hand
oh sue, nevermind next to you, I'll always stand
you said, "emily look out"
they can't catch us when we're on the periphery of your town
flower braids and hazy smiles
playing hide and seek up till a peculiar height
sue you do a lot of things
you say things so lovely
the only name ever
dancing on your tongue should be "emily"
harnessing a lot of love
my tongue's still tied, your face is unsure
tracing a pattern and making it travel through your moles
sue please dont give in
my heart's still beating
they can't know about us
and if they do
come with me
to the land of cottagecore
and if you say no then these all will be my questions,
"why would you touch me in a way your touch will linger?"
"why would you leave your best friends for a wine and some mingle?"
"why would you risk your life when i know your feelings dont fickle?"
"why would you gift me that pendant made of gold and covered in nickel?"
"why would you choose your abundant hours to teach me how to whistle?"
oh Sue, i know
you will never say no
just know, if you ever say yes
its you forever and ever and ever more.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 7:42 PM UTC
just a bit like waves,
it comes and goes and never stay;
over the raging sea,
submerged betwixt the depths of me.
a flashback hits abruptly,
a deserted memory,
caresses like a touch, weakly,
can be delineated only just by me.
either conveniently registered,
or an untimely occurrence;
bears an optimistic euphoria,
or a somber ache.
like an old pal,
that was left astray;
a memory is only lived once,
but never forgotten.
like a ghost, in a glimpse,
it vanishes away;
a devoid mind is a devil's play,
a new seed outgrows and takes its place.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
so cold
exterior bold
rumours told
secrets unfold
lies sold
hidden behind a thick mould
skin glistening like honey and gold
a man who reads
carrying a face never been read before
boring eyes
running on lies
under charm's disguise
empty room echoes lonesome cries
the only time he really dies
arbitrary lover of oscar wilde
broken ships and sunken ties
a man made of melodies
whose words are not able to harmonize
dishevelled curls and defeated smile
towards love and affection, very hostile
running on drugs to escape into exile
enclosed diaries capturing alternate lifestyles
treasured on the corner aisle
soul left in fair isle
a kind of quiet so worthwhile
a man who laughed at his mother's death
misunderstood in being a person so vile.
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
o' my splendid sailor
have you come to bewitch me?
o'er the raging waters
daring the deviant winds
a rose i pin on your chest
laced in poison, you shall meet
a death soon shall bestow
along with facade of a weeping bride
my handmaiden, my petal
she does gardening as it seems
my only rose who could be
your misfortune o'er the streams
o' my splendid sailor, welcome
into a farmer's daughters' abode
a bargain between you and my father
futile decision behold
I'm a woman of silence
so shall you see
I'm a woman of my weapons
so shall you sink
a lonely girl parading innocence
my handmaiden will console me
your last breath o'er my lips
your crewmen will hear me
o' my splendid sailor
my handmaiden's work is not a piece of art
i asked her to prepare your rose
now you will always be in my heart.
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 11:19 AM UTC